The Cave had been a mess and that didn't include the fire damage from the jet engine blast. Hiring people hadn't exactly been an option. Fortunately, Tamara had known exactly who could be called and the mess had been turned around pretty quickly, but it was small relief to Marissa. Her parents were still dead, her dog was dead, and the house was still painfully empty.
Everything was painfully empty. She had thrown herself into patrols, ignoring phone calls, emails, and the press. It was beat up criminals, empty a bottle from the liquor cabinet, then curl up for a few hours of oblivion. That she slept in Bruce's bed was the only concession she made to just how lonely she was.
She half-stumbled into the room like any other night, crawling into bed and attempting to hide in the blankets.
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